Thursday, February 03, 2011

The skies they are a-burning!


And, ten minutes later:


Just look at the range of blues in that second picture, from violet right through to indigo. Astounding, said the Gruffalo.

Car Park Bingo x2

Some serious metal this week...


911 GT3 - base list price £89,785


Maserati GT - base list price £82,140

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

The British Tabloid Press = Unpleasant People

I've always had a bit of a thing about misrepresentation. I hate people saying things about me which aren't true, and I despise others telling me they know what's going on in my head - there's very little chance you actually do, unless you're my wife and thus psychic (in a nice way).

The British tabloid press are the very worst for this kind of thing. They simply make stuff up, all day and all night, and people buy it (literally and figuratively). They can't be hauled up on it because it's like a runaway train, gathering momentum, flinging aside the innocent and the guilty with equal measures of blatant falsehoods. There's no point fighting it, because you can't afford it unless you're very rich, and even then you'd have to really want to get stuck in, because it's not going to be easy. Just look at this article to see what I mean.

Oh yes, I'll support the freedom of the press to report the truth, and of course opinion articles are important, but the two so often seem to be confused in the minds of the desperate, money-grabbing tabloid editors' pathetic little minds (it is, of course, merely opinion that the minds of the tabloid editors are pathetic and little - they may well be as large as any normal person's mind. Just not as capable of moral rectitude, perhaps...). Often 'artistic license' is used as a by-phrase (like a byword, only longer) for 'making shit up and passing it off as fact'. This ires me in the way that any injustice does, especially when there's so little chance of comeback.

So, what's the solution? If you've read this blog before, you'll know I like coming up with an answer, and this article is no diferent. The answer is thus:

Newspapers will be required to hold documentary evidence of every single factual claim made in their publications. Should a claim be made that the newspaper has falsely reported, and the paper is unable to defend its 'facts', then it shall instantly be find £1000 for every false word printed.

There will, of course, have to be a panel of experts examining claims against newspapers - perhaps the fines could fund them. Judging by the amount of nonsense published daily in the British press, there should be ample financial support for several hundred of these people each year. And the great thing is the burden of proof is on the newspapers - go ahead, boys, publish what you like... if you can back it up.

Of course, this will lead to hundreds of thousands of claims a year. The papers will be inundated. Reporters will have to spend countless hours in tribunals, defending their false stories and not sitting around making things up. It would be a disaster for an important institution, surely? Well, no, it wouldn't, because all a paper would have to do is be able to provide evidence upon request that their story is based upon fact.

And to prevent spurious claims? A £1000 penalty on the claimant should the story turn out to be wholly true.

It's a self-regulating system. No more lies, no more need for libel lawyers to be paid a mint for very little work. See? It just gets better.

There, problem solved.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Crosshatchery


Paperclipsical


Paper clips. Amazing things, really. Quite apart from the vast array of functions which any given paper clip might serve (holding two sheets of paper together, for instance. Or three. Sometimes even four), these small metal moments of joy can also boast a plethora of brilliant names in European languages.

The Dutch plump for the simple 'paperclip', which is nice, if a little easy.

The Spanish, in true maƱana spirit, have settled on the abbreviated 'clips'.

The Hungarians, linguistic outsiders of astonishing uniqueness, use 'irodai gemkapos', sounding not unlike a flavour of orc in Lord of the Rings.

Our industrious friends the Czechs use the wonderful 'dopisni sponky' ["Hi, a box of medium sponkies, please"]

But first prize goes to the French who, in a bout of literalism to rival the Welsh for microwave ('popty ping' - literally 'an oven which goes ping') have dubbed these mighty curls of wire 'trombones'. Parfait!

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Friday, December 10, 2010

Sunset of the week

Ironic that it should fall upon a Friday. Please excuse the terrible photography - no rule of thirds, no alignment, nothing! Still, you get the idea...


Wednesday, December 08, 2010

More Winteryness and some other stuff

Because it's still going on:


Yep, that's the moon in the gap (below), slightly blurred but still all crescenty. Probably a bit cold up there, too:


Icy lane, but worth it because it leads to nursery...


Other stuff - an epic version of Car Park Bingo around the corner from Marble Arch in London:


Other stuff - bit ironic for a company which deals in software to manage water pipes:


Other stuff - long scissors are very, very long!




Wednesday, December 01, 2010